As the mist traveled over the rooftops of nearby houses and into the dens of hibernating bears, everyone who breathed it in felt a sudden, irresistible urge to yawn. Their pillows felt softer, their blankets felt warmer, and their dreams began to smell faintly of sweet, tart cranberries.
It reached the edge of the Cranberry Bog, where the water was still and dark as ink. There, floating like little glowing gems, were the berries. The Sleepy Pie reached out a tiny paw and plucked one. It was cool and felt like a bubble made of velvet. sleepypie_cranberries-OoucEL3Q.mp4
Once the basket was full, the Sleepy Pie returned to its hollow. It didn't eat the berries. Instead, it crushed them gently into a shimmering, purple mist that it blew out into the night wind. As the mist traveled over the rooftops of
Every year, when the first frost glazed the world in silver, the Sleepy Pie had one very important job: it had to gather the . There, floating like little glowing gems, were the berries